.’ she whispered. But I sucked her lower lips so she could not say anything further. My erected cock started to rub against her body. Her resistance...was weak in my strong hold and I realized that she started enjoying my tight embrace. I kissed all over her face. Gradually she started to respond with soft kisses. I removed her sari. She stood shyly in front of me in a thin underskirt and blouse. I caressed over her buttocks. They were rounded big, soft and smooth. I removed her blouse. There was. ” I put on my best “dirty old man” leer. “If you know what I mean!” I looked J up and down through the glass of the French doors. She was dressed to the 9’s and looked like a million bucks. Her black curls were pulled back from her face in a very flattering “do” that she knew I loved. Her creamy skin radiated a healthy, fresh-scrubbed glow. She had skillfully applied a blue-hued shadow to her eyelids, which complemented her Irish-blue eyes. A gentle, dusty rose blush highlighted her high. Rubbing his hands on the high arch or my soft manicured foot makes my pussy tingle. My foot is lifted to his face and he begins to lick my toes and I can’t believe I’m sitting with this beautiful man in front of me. His hand runs up my leg and pulls my G-string to the side. He slowly runs his fingers through my wet slit and my legs quiver. I feel two of his fingers enter my pussy and then the doorbell rings. I was finally getting what I wanted and we get interrupted. Oh how I yearn to cum and. “You need a haircut, and a shave, Bishop,” she said softly, as her long fingers ran through my hair. My hair was a light brown, and though I try to keep it short enough to be manageable, my time on the road had allowed it to grow long, and scraggly, flowing down past my collar. My beard, was even worse, the last time I had been able to get a shave, being almost a week before I met the girl.I reached my left hand behind me, and flicked the edges of the long dreadlocks Veritas kept in her hair..